Sewing your name into the fabric of sails
I sail out into the deep water

Ghosts of her glide abeam
Within me stirs a searching for
the light after the light goes down

Found your name sewn into the fabric of sails
Victress! Victress!

The compass fails,
our unanchored feet must burn new trails
In these times that try men’s souls

No darkness may illuminate this light,
lay axe to root of all that lingered in this night

Accept the reasons to return have washed away
For the land has been devoured by the depths of my deceit
The separate schools of thought, the waves have lied to me
If my soul has been devoured by the life I’ll never see
Speed means everything
‘Cos fate can’t match the speeds of ocean greyhounds

I don’t care how long it takes to get back
‘Cos they can’t match the speeds
And I’ve been lost for some time
As 243 repeats
This voyage speaks for itself
The distance, self defeat
How long it takes to get back
They can’t match the speeds